The Trickster.

I swear I can see blood dripping out of that bag. Yes, I'm certain of it, there is blood coming out of the bag! I know that's not fake, trust me I know when things aren't fake. I make a living out of selling people fake things after all, don't I? If I didn't know what was fake and what wasn't then I'd be penniless. Oh oh, I think he (I think it's a he) can feel me watching him, best look away. Maybe if I pretend he isn't there then I won't be next on his chopping list. Eh, bad joke...

I sit back in my chair, short red-brown hair flopping into my eyes. I push my sleeves back into my dark green jumper and start to kick the seat in front of me with my combat boots. Great clothes for camoflage, which is crucial in a job like mine. No one notices a guy in a green jumper, jeans and boots. My mind begins to drift and start thinking: Gods, how long is this trip going to take? This is boring me out of my mind, sheesh could this driver go any slower? Wonder if she's blind, or old or just plain stupid. Or any of the above. Ah, creepy, she looked at me just as I said that. Na, not that old, probably just thick then. Hello lady, I have to be somewhere important tonight, gotta scam some idiot into thinking that he's buying a Ming vase when he's buying the imitation I got from Asda.... COME ON DRIVE FASTER ALREADY!!!

Oh no. Oh no no no no no no no. No, this isn't happening. I am not seeing who I think I'm seeing. Someone please tell me that is NOT the person I sold that fake ring to. Please tell me that they are NOT looking at me like they know me. Please tell me they are not remembering who I am. I gotta get off this bus. Now. Oh heck, I'm sweating, hope they don't notice, just play it cool, act like nothing's wrong. Breathe steadily, stay calm, if you don't react then they won't know you're here. Just stay calm, stay calm...

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